Sweet Child of Time

<SONG_PROMPT> <SONG_MODULES> <BUILD_UP_1> [Slow, dramatic toms and cymbals roll in, building a steady, hypnotic rhythm.] [The organ swells, while the guitar melody gains intensity with sustained bends and vibrato.] [The vocals enter with a soft, yearning tone, growing in power as the tension builds.] </BUILD_UP_1> <DROP_1> [The drums explode with a thunderous crash, shifting into a heavy, marching groove.] [The guitar wails with piercing solos, echoing raw emotion and deep sorrow.] [The vocals soar into anguished cries, reaching for an unreachable answer in the void.] (Verse 1) Oh, child of time, can you hear the call? The echoes of ages, the rise and the fall The wheels keep turning, the stars fade to grey Lost in the twilight, we're drifting away </DROP_1> (Bridge) Hold on, feel the fire burn inside Storm winds are raging, no place to hide Shadows are dancing, the night's drawing near The whispers of fate are all that we hear <BUILD_UP_2> [A rolling snare build-up starts, slowly increasing in urgency.] [The organ and guitar intertwine, growing in intensity with each passing moment.] [A deep, rumbling bassline emerges, signaling the inevitable climax.] </BUILD_UP_2> <DROP_2> [The full band erupts into a cathartic explosion of sound, led by wailing guitar solos and crashing cymbals.] [The vocals reach their peak, filled with desperation and power.] [The music swirls into a fevered frenzy, as if caught in an unstoppable tide of time.] (Chorus) Sweet child of time, don’t close your eyes Through darkness and sorrow, we rise to the skies A journey unending, no reason, no rhyme Still searching for meaning, sweet child of time </DROP_2> <EXTENDED_CLIMAX> [The tempo slows slightly, but the intensity remains, with soaring vocal harmonies and layered guitar lines.] [The organ swells to its fullest, creating an overwhelming wave of sound.] [The instruments intertwine in a climactic dance, teetering between chaos and beauty.] (Verse 2) Mountains will crumble, the rivers will dry Yet we keep marching, though we don’t know why The past and the future, they circle as one The clock hands keep moving, but nothing is done </EXTENDED_CLIMAX> (Outro – soft, fading) Oh, child of time, can you hear the call? The echoes still linger, the rise and the fall... </SONG_MODULES> </SONG_PROMPT> [Fade out] [End]